G-et up from the bed,
E-arly Tuesday morning;
R-aindrops have disappeared,
A-s the sun is shining.
L-et not the twenty-first March
D-eny the tender soft wind;
I-t's the break of day,
N-ight chill and dark dusk
E-nd.
L-et the new dawn break,
A-t the hour of better clime;
P-oor visibility is gone,
A-fter the twilight
T-ime.
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